Her voice was weak, and she looked smaller than she had that morning.
When I entered, she reached for my hand.
“Lily?”
“She’s safe.”
Rachel
closed her eyes, and tears slipped into her hair.
I did not tell her to be strong.
I did not tell her everything would be fine.
I had spent too many years as a school administrator watching frightened children forced to comfort adults with optimistic lies.
I simply held her hand and told her what was true.
“You are not alone.”
She remembered more than Tyler expected.
That afternoon, Tyler had told her he wanted to discuss their marriage at my house because it was “neutral ground.” He brought Vanessa with him, claiming honesty required everyone to be present.
Rachel had refused to leave Lily with Evelyn, so she brought the baby along.
Inside Tyler’s SUV, Evelyn handed Rachel an electrolyte drink and said she looked dehydrated.
